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I Am Not a Nerd! Oh…Wait, I Am!

1. If a parsley farmer is sued, do they garnish his wages?
2. When it rains, why don’t sheep shrink?
3. Should vegetarians eat animal crackers?
4. If you shoot a mime, should you use a silencer?
5. What was the best thing BEFORE sliced bread?
6. Is it true that cannibals don’t eat clowns because they taste funny?
7. Why is there an expiration date on sour cream?
8. How do you know it’s time to tune your bagpipes?
9. When cows laugh, does milk come out of their nose?

AND….

10. When you choke a Smurf, what color does it turn?

Ba Dump Bump.

Nerds used to get picked on a whole lot, so I refused to think of myself as a Nerd, even though I got picked on—except my generation wasn’t called Nerds. We were just called Weird.

Everything we said and did was weird. Well, guess what? All of you people who said we were weird? We are weird, and we’ve taken over! So there…. And…we’re happier than you all.

My California friend told me the other day that I wasn’t a typical woman. His wife didn’t like it that I always sided with the guys to go see one of those wild Action films or Sci-Fi, rather than girlllll movies, so she always had the disadvantage when we were all together. (We’re still friends, so don’t worry.)

I do like some girl things. I bake; I knit; I organize; I go to all the school events for my son. The thing is: I like Legos, reading great books, exercise, walking, and watching action films. I love Science Fiction. It makes my mind expand and ponder the Universe. Who can get enough of the Zombie Apocalypse, and bounty hunters that are witches and vampires? Come on!

My senior water aerobics friends just look at me in that same old weird way that I always got when I was a kid. It’s like that deer in the headlights stare thing when they were doing math. Well, guess what? I like math, too.

All I’m saying is that we have to learn to enjoy all the differences in people that are outside of our element. We can try new things and learn something new each and every day! I don’t appreciate people who give me that look, but I’ve learned to ignore it and get on with my life. If they start giving me their sad, sob story, I try to listen respectfully, but then I tell them, “OK, it’s time you moved on with your life. Enjoy it while you can.”

I’m not the same person I was 5, 10, or even 15 years ago, but I have learned a lot, and learned to live with whom I’ve become. That’s all I ask of others. Help each other out, but move on!!!!